Splashes

our fair lasts for eternity ;)

No doubt. Today I am writing like crazy but in my mind's canvas.

my motto, write 'til you drop

a dove's song lasts very long

a beautiful dress, I can see it now

splash reminds me of a movie called, splash. famous again! it's about a mermaid who finds her true love and he is a man. he saves her in the end.

Or a prince

yes, a dashing prince indeed. I'll call the mermaid, destiny ;)

I like Splash 11. I can even smell the fresh fragrance of the rain.

Thank you Marie

I LOVE SPALSH II too, and I thought I had commented on this already ~ I must be imagining I read these before Poddar....

tipping off to collect my "mind" . . . L O L . . .

so lovely

Lovely comment Kathryne, always a pleasure

the two "splash" pieces are positively charming...especially that latter. -your haiku's missing a syllable, though. last line.

good morning, wordsmith...

...though it mayn't be such on your side of the world. -what time is it there?

(just checked: six-thirty, prime meridian. -good evening, then.)

check this out, if you have time before sleep.

haiku now means entirely different thing than it used to. It concentrates more on the haiku environment rather than structure. I had words with established haiku poets on this. Thanks. Tommy you can write haiku. It can be revolutionalized by you.

These three poems tell a wonderful, impressionistic story.

Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus. You are now featured.

Honored again
splashes of happiness
swirl on rain made puddles

What a pity it shouldn't have ended, a great trio Poddar.

I agree Haim. But everything comes with an expiry date

I love the Haiku and both Splash poems are vivid and well written. Is it raining much in Kalkuta?

Right now I am wet just hearing it through windows

send some of that rain here to stop the wildfires!

all three of them were very vivid and I love how you write, keep it coming~~~~

Splash II - shades of Hardy's Far From the Madding Crowd. You know your literature very well.

and Haiku is so delightfully upbeat with a gorgeous, but brief image...

Glad you think so.

Featured in the Triple Name Club.

I love, love, love these lines:

Are you forgetting to sing

the song we are accustomed?

My voice hides itself in storm.

Thanks Just

These are all super brother Ku. Loved the haiku.
At the local library in Pavilion, NY. It's small and only open for a couple of hours on Saturday. Will try to get internet next week.

btw: got a date tonight with another Gatherer, psst!

Again, super work my friend.

Good luck my roadrunner brother. May a job lands on your lap. May be a girl too

hmmmm, will see where i wake up in the morning tomorrow......

Aw! two men talking about possibilities!!!! (I'm eavesdropping!)
Nothing as romantic as love in the rain Poddar. Love it all. From prom night to shy love and raindrenched cooing love doves. You've painted wonderful sensitive pictures but then you always do.

eavesdropping? I'm saying no more.
After all there's the honor of a lovely lady involved here. :+)

What a wonderful triplet. I'm especially captured by splash ll. I'm never ready for the autumn fair to end, yet happy to return to the highlands and think over all of the wonderful conversations shared and sites seen.
That lovecan come tiptoeing through the rain keeps me shining. I see it all around through the window beyond.,

And in the words you've arranged so well.

I am honored again.

Love these, Kushal. Let it rain. Though seeing the stars is good, too.

Thanks. You got a mail

You took me back 65 years, Kushal!

Thanks John. How was you at that point of time?

I was prom age in 1954--56.

I can see prim and tidy girls and hear your hearty laugh.

INTERESTING MIX Master Poet Poddar. I like SPLASH II the best ~ It has a Michael Jackson effect to it.

Yeh? Now it is something new.

Splish, splash, I was taking a bath (with my boots on) when along came my favorite song
rub a dub, three men in a tub...headed for the milky way...ding dong I heard the whole song...got out and put my dancing shoes on...dusted off my blue suede shoes , then did a twist on my living room rug! This is all on just waking up on a Saturday morn. and wondering what, why and wherefore...Now it's coffee time.. and a bite of sense!!

Be senseless my papa

Poddar! Look what you've brought out in that bearded gentleman! Bathing with his boots on and thank goodnes the blue suedes didn't get wet.
Richard (I'm to old to call you Papa besides I like thinking of Richard the Lionhearted) I hope the bite of sense wasn't too deep since it is good for everybody to let it all hang out at times.
"And a good Satuday to you both," she said as she wiped her hands on her apron and reached out for a hug!

Barbara, you are a joy to ping with and i bet a good cook. Yes, sometimes I just have to let the willy worms and the belly bugs out to unclog the pipes so I can play "Danny Boy" on my keyboard.

Look what you two have made me doing:

wet shoes

I loved that first one. What telling power you have in just three lines.

lovely splashes~all~ =)

Thanks Purr

Thanks for posting to GutterGirls~

You have a charming muse today. I love them all...and must feature them on Poet's Weekly Muse.

The very first is my favorite.

My best granny

nicely done

OOoo! A Hardyish afternoon, took me back to an old wrought iron fence in the english countryside!

I was thinking of the same.

(:

beautifully done!

i like all those

thanks

Very nice thank you Poddar

The silken thread of love that runs through all of these left a smile on my face. Thanks Poddar :)

Nancy. Good to see you.

Nice to see you, too. Hope you are well tonight. hugs

Lovely!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting

Thanks Angela

These are delightful....filled with heart and soul!

Thanks Kimberly.

Beautiful! :)

:)

Satisfying reads, all, Kushal. I come away steeped in their graceful expressions.

Thanks Jim

Always a good read.
10 4 u

I enjoyed these so much. It rained in Eugene today, but these words swept that rain into my mind. Thank you, Kushal. Beautiful.

Thank you sir.


color of rain

well done

All lovely but I am especially drawn to Haiku as I stand out in the pasture at night and see that starry dress.

Ah, rain! Here's a short excerpt from "Maggie's Retreat" for you, Poddar and all you other romantics:
"During the night they were jarred awake by loud claps of thunder racing through the mountainous landscape like a barrage of heavy artillery. A gentle pattering of rain fell on the tin roof, but soon progressed to a vociferous downpour. Brad rushed to close the windows against the storm's fury, and hurried back to bed where he held Maggie protectively close. He wondered if the tin roof could handle the thunderous onslaught. Lightening flashed, followed by another round of thunder that disappeared into the distance like a runaway train, only to make a swift return. Sleep was impossible while the dark sky raged and wept. Their entwined bodies grew sticky from the nighttime humidity, and a strong scent of pine and cedar enveloped them. Much later, the rain on the tin roof slowed from a tango to a soft-shoe whisper."
Poddar, you inspire me write another novel.

I am honored. Your prose is wonderfully poetic.
color of rain

a cloth full of stars describes the dreamy anticipation of a young girls perfect prom night impeccably. That is a beautiful, vivid romantic image.

These are delightful.

But what does Hardyish mean?

Hardy, Thomas Hardy's poems has this particular rhythm and rhyme.

OH!

Interesting... thanks, Poddar!

Beautiful!

The three poems are all lovely as usual Poddar, I couldn't pick one over another.

Forgetting to sing .....can still hear them in the mist of my spirit !!!
Beautiful!! :D

Kushal, you have so outdone yourself with these! I am absolutely in love with all three, but I think my special favorite is the Haiku. It is sumptuous in it's simplicity.

all beautiful done and will be featured on SKYWARD